Thursday, November 14, 2024

11:32

This morning, I was late. I took too long, in the bathroom. I had to put my shoes and coats on, outside. Kidnappers and human traffickers were yelling, from nuclear weapons, that they were hurting me, when I put my shoes, coat, and, backpack on. By relay, I was advised that terrorists armed with nuclear weapons, were all over, in the road. A fleet of 37 aircraft came into Portland, Oregon's air space, attacking people. I asked the P.R. (public relations) team that represents me to issue a press release. Terrorists, on U.S. military channels, were yelling that the attack was targeted at me.

My beige, high-waisted, sweat, pants that I bought less than a week ago, and, have lived in, since, are worn thin, stained, and, stretched out. They're ruined. I need another pair.

I'm not feeling well. Terrorists are using Robotics-things, and, nuclear weapons to hurt my stomach, and, other organs.

This one's for the crazies, kooks, and, stalkers:

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